Chapter 166: 166 Pickled Pepper Bamboo Shoots and Thr

Chapter 166 166. Pickled peppers, bamboo shoots and three wheels

Song Sancheng was so anxious that he could not argue!

Here I saw Old Man Li looking at the two of them with envy: "Oh, brother, your granddaughter is so filial. She even spent money to buy you a car... That tricycle can pull goods and seat people. It's so convenient to go out. ”

The folds on Song Youde's face instantly stretched and tightened, as beautiful as a chrysanthemum.

“Oh, that’s not the case! We are old and out of breath when traveling far away, so we need a tricycle for convenience.”

“That’s what Tantan is like. She learned how to spend a lot of money in a big city. You tell me I don’t want it, but she still insists on buying it...”

Old man Li was really envious, and he sighed again:

“Brother, you are still enjoying the blessings. Look at the child. He grows tobacco leaves for you and buys you a car. He is rich and caring.”

"Unlike those in my family, they only come here during the holidays at the end of the year. This year, I went back during the Qingming Festival and burned paper for my mother. Before leaving, she picked up several baskets of vegetables from my garden and carried them to me. A pocketful of chicken cakes…”

Ouch!

Song Youde didn't dare to accept this, and said quickly: "Look, you are talking nonsense again. I clearly saw your son carrying several boxes of things for you, and your daughter seems to have carried a big piece of ribs for you!"

“Ouch!” Old Man Li tried his best to make an understatement: “That’s all. I can buy that thing myself.”

Song Sancheng:…

I really don’t know what to say, so I can only bend down and plant the rice seedlings one by one.

Hmph, you two old men, just go ahead and show off, I will plant the rice seedlings secretly, and then shock you with my efficiency!

Ouch, I haven’t done this work for a long time, and now I feel a little sore in my waist from the beginning...

This guy.

The pickup truck drove into the city again.

There are no channels to buy a three-wheeled Songtan, and it is completely different from my own pickup truck, so before I came here I went to the express delivery point in town to deliver the goods, and also asked about it.

It was early in the morning when she went, and the courier boy had just opened the door of the inn. When he saw her coming, for some reason, he subconsciously hid his rice bowl behind his back.

Song Tan:…

Are you eating dragon liver or phoenix marrow?

It was only then that the courier boy realized what he was doing, and he embarrassedly took out his job again:

"Hey, look at this... I'm not trying to hide it from you, it's mainly about your bamboo shoots..."

These bamboo shoots are as good as any, but they are just too delicious.

They didn't get any for the first time that day, so they went out of their way the next day and asked for ten kilograms in one breath!

How much does ten kilograms cost?

Two hundred yuan.

As soon as Song Tan drove away, the young couple regretted it.

Having bought everything, what else can I do?

This thing was not worth giving away in the countryside, so the two had no choice but to dig out the recipe they asked about last time, and now carefully cut open the bamboo shoots.

This express delivery station is just a small facade in the town. The second floor is only suitable for sleeping. Everyone always lights a gas stove at the door when cooking.

Now this "呲ala" happened, the fragrance of bamboo shoots spread out instantly, and the aunts cooking on both sides could no longer hold the shovel.

"Hey! What are you doing at home?"

The little wife was also a little stunned. She was busy turning over the bamboo shoots and said in confusion: "Just, just bamboo shoots!"

Although these bamboo shoots are very expensive and they bought a lot at one time, the taste and aroma are really attractive.

The aunts on both sides were interested: "Which store's bamboo shoots are there? They're really good. I'll buy some to try tomorrow."

There are no secrets in the streets. Today she dares to say that these bamboo shoots cost twenty yuan a pound. Tomorrow everyone will know that they are prodigal and will never survive.

She had no choice but to laugh dryly: "What, a customer brought it here." Finally, after the dish was prepared under the watchful eyes of everyone, the couple couldn't wait to move a small bench and sit down, and saw a tobacco and alcohol grocery store next door. Yes, here comes a bowl of scrambled eggs with green pepper:

“I smell the fragrance of your bamboo shoots, so I’m shameless enough to order some.”

This is really shameless.

It is no longer popular to deliver food everywhere. If the children at home were not standing there crying with greed, they would be embarrassed to do such a thing.

The aunt is embarrassed, the younger daughter-in-law is even thinner-skinned, so she can only share a bowl with tears in her eyes.

The plate was half gone in an instant.

Turning around again, the neighbor on the other side came over, holding a braised crucian carp in his hand.

Okay, one noon, there was a large plate of stir-fried beef tenderloin with pickled peppers and bamboo shoots (because I put very little beef tenderloin to save money), and in the end there was only a shallow portion left on the bottom of the plate.

The young couple looked at each other and thought: Although it is a pity, it is not bad. After all, there are three dishes for lunch!

As long as you don’t think about the price of the bamboo shoots, everything is worth it. But when they pick up a piece of bamboo shoots -

Stop saying anything, the tears went into your stomach mixed with the food.

As for the remaining bamboo shoots…

Come on, there’s no need to fry them. My wife repeatedly asked for a reliable recipe for pickling peppers and bamboo shoots, and she pickled all the remaining bamboo shoots.

It's tasteless now, right?

Just like that, there are still people coming around to ask where the bamboo shoots that day came from?

No, now that they heard someone coming, the couple's conditioned reflex was to hide!

Eating noodles this early in the morning, there was also a chopstick of soaked bamboo shoots in the bowl. It was sour, spicy and crispy!

Song Tan:…

I just came to ask about tricycles, it’s really not that big of a deal.

“Oh oh oh, tricycle!”

The courier boy was relieved. He slurped noodles from his bowl and asked again, "What kind of three-wheeler do you want? What do you want to do?"

“A three-wheeler is different from a motorcycle. When riding it, you have to be careful not to tilt it when turning.”

Song Tan also thought about this: "It's okay. I'll keep an eye on them and practice when I get home. I'll do it after they've mastered it."

However, she still has confidence in her biological father. Although his father Song Sancheng is always not up to standard in theory, his practical ability is still very strong.

It’s just a small three-wheeler, no problem!

At the same time, I told the courier guy that my requirements were the same: "My dad wants to use it to haul some things, and my grandpa rides a bike to commute when he has nothing to do. It's best not to be too pretentious."

“That’s easy.”

The courier boy cracked a bite of pickled pepper bamboo shoots.

“Have you seen that little three-wheeler delivering goods on our street? Just the one in front, okay?”

"Don't buy in our town. They say it's convenient for repairs, but the ones sold in our town are all miscellaneous brands. Go to the city and find a reliable brand. It's much better than this. You can get it for three thousand yuan." ”

As for the old man riding...

“That’s easy!”

He quickly pulled out a picture from his phone:

“Just like this, there is a bicycle seat in front and a big saddle in the back. The old man rides in front and the old woman sits in the back, which is stable.”

“Although this car is small, it is quite powerful for climbing and climbing in our place, and it is not afraid of walking on small roads.”

“I’ve given away two express delivery packages like this in our town this year, and I bought them all.”

(End of this chapter)

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